Well I hitched a ride to Memphis with a ragtag band They were chasin' Rock N' Roll and women in a van I was chasin the blues with the strongest whiskey I could get And chasin the truth and a tune in my head I've been riding these roads and slinging these songs Yeah from town to town I keep moving along But every now and then a little something I find That can make a town a little hard to leave behind Well I tried my luck at love in Memphis before Mississippi'd flow backwards fore I'd try it once more But somewhere on her heart there was one weak spot An you could pick it just right on an ole flattop I dreamed a smokey kiss outside a' Neil's Bar With her ass pressed up against some dirty, white car Me pressed up against her soft, white skin Like the soft, wet beads on a glass a' gin Well I lied and said soon I'd be back in town I didn't know that then, but I know that now You trust the art and not the artist I guess Cause who he is in a song is his idealized self You feel the whole city sing along When you tap the right vein in a hard blues song They warn the outta towners it's hard to draw Yeah they wonder why we ever come down here at all Well they call this stretch of 40 the Music Highway But I can't seem to make it sing today